Here is my first story. I hope you like it!
The Horse Who Won
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Abigail who LOVED horses. Her parents owned a horse farm, but Abigail didn't have a horse of her own. She really wanted one though. Then one day, her parents brought home the trailer. It had a horse in it! It was a beautiful bay colored horse.
"Whose horse is this?" I asked anxiously.
"Yours," her father said.
"Really? Thank you so much!"
Right then and there, Abigail decided to name her Hope. Abigail thought it was a beautiful name. She walked her into the empty stall that had held Shining. Shining was sold at an auction.
"Here you are, Hope!" She ate and drank. After she had gotten full, Abigail rode her around the pen. She was very fast, and a good jumper.
"I should enter you in a competition."
Abigail told her father and mother and they said they'd try to get a jockey for her, but it would require lots of training.
"OK! Thanks!" Abigail ran outside and told Hope the news.
She whinnied in excitement.
Abigail began the training right away. She set up old fence pieces and made Hope jump over them. Then they ran around and around the pen really fast.
Finally, Abigail heard news from her mother. "Abigail! We found a jockey. Her name's Katrina."
"You better get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow."
Abigail put Hope in her Stall and went to bed.
The next morning, Abigail woke up and smelled something delicious. "Yum! Fried eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, and orange juice!" Abigail said as she jumped out of bed. She ate breakfast with her parents.
After breakfast, Abigail got Hope out of her stall. Then she loaded her into the trailer. It was a long drive, but finally, they got there.
They met the jockey. She was very nice.
"Hi! You must be Abigail! I've heard so much about you. And this is?" she said looking at Hope.
"Hope. She's my horse."
"What a nice name for a horse!"
Abigail smiled. The race was about to begin.
"Better go!" said Katrina.
"Good luck!" said Abigail.
"Thanks!" She walked off with Hope.
Abigail got her seat and watched as they counted down. "On your marks, get set . . ." the shot of the gun filled the air. So did the running horses as their hooves hit the dirt. Hope was just barely in second. Someone was in front of her. It was . . . Shining!
"Mom! Dad!" yelled Abigail over the noise.
"What Abby?" said her mom.
"It's Shining! She's racing!"
"Oh my gosh!" said her dad. "She's right!"
They watched as Hope was gathering up speed. She pulled in front of Shining just in time! They had won!
"WE WON! WE WON!" said Abigail. Abigail rushed up to her horse to cool her out and collect the prize. It was a trophy filled with money. "You ran a good race!" Abigail said to Katrina.
Katrina, smiled and winked. This was the best day ever for Abigail.
I hope you liked my post!
(Word Count: 514)
Monday, January 18, 2010
My First Story
I am an 18-year-old homeschooler, author, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, feminist, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with fantasy novels and Harry Potter) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I tend to get overly emotional over my OTPs and eat sushi or listen to Taylor Swift to soothe the pain. If all else fails, reruns of “Doctor Who” or “Supernatural” is sure to help. I’m a big fan of mismatched socks, Cheez-Its, and bittersweet endings. I believe anything Rainbow Rowell, Felicia Day, or Lin-Manuel Miranda touches turns to gold. If you want to win the way to my heart, help me adopt a baby elephant. Or a llama. Or both. I write to survive and will often yell at my characters if they aren’t behaving, which is always. It doesn’t usually help. I am a contributor to the "Fauxpocalypse" anthology. You can follow me on Twitter at @Magic_Violinist.